I had to do another imagine for the Dream Team, because who wouldn't want to be with those guys in the frozen north 😍

The day had been more bitterly cold than any other that the men had experienced while they had journeyed north beyond the Wall, they had given up long ago trying to find some decent shelter, so when they saw what looked like a large tumbled down temple they were all surprised.

As the night was beginning to draw in, it was decided that it would be best to investigate, and hopefully find some refuge from the snowstorm that was threatening to roll in.

"What do ya suppose it is?" Beric asked, looking over at Thoros.

"I'm not sure, I have never seen anything like it before." Thoros told his friend, as the group continued to make their way over to the vast ancient ruin.

"I thought ya were a priest." Sandor growled from behind the pair, Thoros turning around to look at the large man, whose temper seemed to have taken a sudden decline as the freezing cold winds ate at his bones.

"I am a priest, but that does not mean that I know every temple that was ever built or religion there may have possibly been this far north." Thoros told Sandor, Beric chuckling quietly at his old friend.

"It doesn't matter what it is, or what possible god it was erected to; all I know is that it looks like shelter, and that's what we need." Jon said, quieting the possible verbal battle that could begin between the two.

As the men got closer they realised that the building was much bigger than they first thought; even though much was tumbled down, the great stones strewn far and wide, most of the main structure was still quite intact, with a high roof covering the majority of what still stood. As the others searched around, trying to find something, anything to help them start a fire, Thoros began to study the old runes that had been beautifully incised into the stones.

His eyes widening as he began to decipher the ancient text; reaching for a book in his bag to write down his translation, finding it difficult to believe what he was reading.

"You found something interesting?" Beric asked from behind Thoros, confused when the priest didn't answer.

Tormund came up behind the pair, looking over their shoulders at the intricate carvings.

"There old, never seen runes like em before." He said, looking over at Beric, who was still waiting for Thoros to answer him.

"Quick, look for a staircase, one that goes down into the catacombs." Thoros told the others, grabbing a burning stick from the fire, and making his way into the darkness.

"What is he talking about?" Jorah asked, staring at Beric who simply shrugged.

"He must have found something in the writings, seems to have got him excited; I think we should do as he says." Beric told the others, grabbing a firebrand and following his friend into the dark reaches of the temple.

As the men searched the shadowy recesses of the sanctuary, Thoros mumbled wildly to himself.

"It's not possible, it's not possible! Not after all these centuries, they couldn't still exist. But if there is even one left, just one, we must find them."

"Is this what you are looking for?" A voice called out, Thoros and the others racing off in the direction of the voice.

The other's stopped as they saw Thoros and Gendry kneeling over a locked metal gate that covered a descending staircase.

"We need to go down into the catacombs, if my readings are correct, they will be down there." Thoros babbled, trying to prise open the ancient lock.

"We ain't going anywhere until ya tell us what ya talking about." Sandor said, crossing his arms over his chest and glaring down at the red priest.

"Sandor is right; we have no idea what's down there." Jon said, his eyes falling on the black abyss below the gate.

"Very well." Thoros said, rising to his feet and taking the little book from his bag upon which he had scribbled the translation of the runes.

"This was the temple dedicated to creatures that were called 'The Guardians', I have read about them in ancient text; they were twelve spirits sent to this world by the old gods to protect the people from evil creatures that once used to roam the lands. As the millennia passed, these spirits lost their lives in wars, and to demons, until only one was left; this Guardian was said to have been taken to a temple where they would rest until they were once again needed to fight a terrible scourge. And what more terrible a scourge than these wight walkers?" Thoros told the other men, staring at them as they looked at him wide eyed.

"So ya telling me that ya think that the last of these Guardians is down there?" Tormund asked, looking at the hole in disbelief.

"Yes! Now will you help me or not?" Thoros asked, returning to the locked gate.

"Get outta the way." Sandor said, unsheathing his sword, and bringing the large blade down on the lock, breaking the metal into pieces.

As the men descended the stairs, the atmosphere around them seemed to get colder, their breath floating in the heavy air in light smoky tendrils. As they finally made it to the bottom, the staircase opened out, leading into a large room.

Thoros and Beric, went around the room, lighting the torches that still hung on the walls, as the others stood with their hands on their swords waiting for any possible attack that may come. As their eyes adjusted to the flickering lights, they saw twelve great glass tombs in a circle around a small alter in the centre of the room; eleven appeared to be smashed or broken, but one was still intact.

Thoros walked over cautiously to the intact sarcophagus, his eyes growing wide as he saw what laid inside.

Beric, drew up to his friend's side curios to see what Thoros had suddenly found so fascinating; and when he saw its occupant, he suddenly understood why Thoros had been so desperate the see if what was written in the old texts was true.

Inside, on golden cushions, lay a woman.

"What is it?" Jon asked, as he and the rest of the men came up to investigate what was causing Beric and Thoros to act so strangely.

"The last Guardian." Thoros said softly, slowly opening the lid of the glass sarcophagus.

The Guardian lay there, looking as though she was merely resting, as though she had just closed her eyes; but if Thoros was right, then she had been waiting there for hundreds of years.

Her body was clad in the finest silver armour that glinted in the flickering torch light, her hands gripping a huge sword that rested on her chest, her shoulders covered by a great white fur cloak.

"Is she alive?" Gendry asked, as he stared at the beautiful creature that lay before them.

"Don't be fuckin stupid, the woman is preserved. Its fuckin freezing down ere; we stay down ere any longa and we'll be preserved." Sandor huffed, seemingly unaffected by the sight that met their eyes, but still moving closer to the coffin to get a better look at the female inside.

"No. She's alive, she has to be." Thoros said, tentatively brushing his thumb over the cheek of the woman.

"Then how do we wake her? She's no good to us if she's just a body." Jorah said, bringing his torch closer, better illuminating the beautiful features of the ethereal creature.

Thoros began looking at the sarcophagus, noting the runes that decorated it.

"I'm not sure, I never saw anything in the old texts that spoke about waking up a sleeping Guardian; but maybe the runes here can tell us." Thoros told Jorah, his fingers delicately touched the writings.

As the others made their way back up the stairs to the fire, Thoros remained behind frantically scribbling in his little book as his eyes studied the text.

"She's beautiful." Gendry said, as he studied the prostrate woman.

"Of course she is, she's a spirit sent by the gods; wouldn't you expect a spirit to be beautiful?" Thoros asked, not bothering to look up from the side of the sarcophagus that he was examining.

"Do you think you can wake her?" Gendry said, as he gently placed a few stray strands of her long dark hair back behind the Guardian's ear.

"Maybe, if I was left alone to study these very ancient texts." Thoros said scoldingly as he looked up at Gendry.

"Why don't ya just go and join the rest of them around the fire? I'll be fine by myself." Thoros added, turning back to the sarcophagus.

"No, please! I'll be quiet." Gendry insisted, not wanting to leave the side of the captivating woman.

As Thoros continued to work, Gendry watched over the Guardian, his dirty cold fingers softly touching the cheek of the slumbering spirit.

"Please my lady; if you are what Thoros says you are then we need you, we need you to wake up." Gendry whispered into the Guardians ear, his lips ghosting over her skin.

As he moved away, his eyes fell on her lips, something inside him urging him to kiss her; cupping her cheek in his hand, he gently placed his lips on hers, a sudden rush of warmth greeting him as he deepened the kiss.

"What in the name of the gods are you doing?" Thoros asked, as he jumped up from the floor, glaring at the younger man.

"I-I-I don't know, something just told me to do it." Gendry muttered, his eyes looking at anything other than the red priest.

As Thoros looked back at the body, to his utter disbelief he saw a pair of golden eyes staring up into the blackness of the domed roof. Thoros and Gendry stumbled back, as the Guardian began to rise slowly from her resting place.

"Am I where I was? Where are the priests? Who has awaken me?" A melodious voice asked the two dumbfounded men.

Thoros tentatively stepped forward.

"You are still in the temple of the Guardians; and I believe that all your priests have long since been dead, you have been sleeping for many centuries my lady." Thoros said, coming closer to the side of the sarcophagus.

"And it was my young friend that woke you." Thoros told the woman, indicating over to Gendry.

The Guardian reached out her hand, motioning for Gendry to take it.

"It would appear that I need assistance to descend; would you be so kind Ser?" The Guardian asked, smiling at Gendry as he reached under the woman to take her in his arms, carrying her from her coffin, and placing before Thoros.

"Why have you woken me?" The Guardian asked, looking at Thoros.

"I think my lady that it would be best if you join the rest of our party, then we can better explain the reason for our presence." Thoros said, taking the hand of the woman and leading her up the long staircase.

As Thoros lead her up to the main temple, her eyes grew sad as she saw the state of the once great temple; it had once been the most beautiful sanctuary in the Seven Kingdoms, but now, after centuries of neglect, it was nothing more than a shell of its former self.

"Jon! I have someone I think you should meet." Thoros said, causing the men huddled around the small fire to turn and stare in disbelief at the creature that stood by his side.

"My lady, may I introduce my fellows; Jon Snow, Beric Dondarrion, Sandor Clegane, Tormund Giantsbane, and Jorah Mormont. I am Thoros of Myr, and our young friend here is Gendry." Thoros told the Guardian, each man bowing as they were introduced to luminous spirit, her eerie glow lighting up the dark as she looked over each man in turn.

"My name is (Y/n), last of the twelve Guardians of the Seven Kingdoms." She said, bowing to the men before her.

"Now, why are you in what is left of our temple, and why was I awaken?" The Guardian asked, as Jon came forward, taking the hand of the spirit and leading her to sit by the fire.

"I believe that it may be best if I tell you my lady." Jon told her, as he began the tale of why he and the rest of the men found themselves in her sanctuary.

"How did you wake her?" Beric asked quietly, as he stood by Thoros' side watching as Jon spoke.

"I didn't, Gendry did. He kissed her." Thoros whispered with a slight chuckle as he looked over at the younger man, who hadn't taken his eyes from the spirit since he had lifted her from her coffin.

"It would appear that our young blacksmith is slightly besotted by our new acquaintance." Beric noted, as Gendry sat down by the side of the Guardian.

"So my lady, if it is true what Thoros says about you, then will you stand by our side?" Jon asked, once he had finished telling the spirit of what was facing their world.

"The Guardians were sent to protect the Seven Kingdoms, and that is my life until my death; my brothers and sisters have all fallen, yet here I stand ready to battle once again. Your walkers are a threat to all I hold dear, and if a war is to come, then I will stand by your side, as long as Ser Gendry will stand by mine." The Guardian said, smiling at  Gendry as she stood to her feet and held out her arm for Jon to take.

Jon took her arm and smiled softly. "Then my lady, it would appear that the Guardians have one last war to fight, and I believe that Gendry will be more than happy to stand by your side." Jon said, looking at the grinning Gendry.